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this instant brush
that comes overthis instant blush
of elated blow within
it comes and goes...
like wind, like wind
sometimes comes
harder, expressing
its multitude of
sides... takes me off
from feet...
Ah, like weirdo
I sit
and smile
does stay
glued to me...
this elated feeling...
bliss, what else indeed.
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